In another Timeline

Chapter 8- A new, remembered beginning

Obito was walked out of the room, the red haired girl trailed behind him. And just as the women had said they were given their separate rooms. The red haired girl insisted that she lived next to Obito, in which the people agreed.

Obito looked around the new room he had been given, no doubt it was an improvement. The only things in the room however was a white bed, around twin sized, and a desk and chair.

Still no window, the only light came from the light bulb that flickered and made a ringing noise. The walls looked like concrete. The door itself was like the one in his cell.

So in a way, this room was just a glorified prison cell, but Obito won't complain. He looker around some more, he had a small bathroom that led to an even smaller closet but every room seemed equiped with the mist spray things.

Obito sighed and finally sat on the bed. He rubbed his neck while looking at the room that was now called his. "I know I knew people." Obito's eyes furrowed. He remembered blurry figures in his mind. He was a ninja. Wasn't he?

He must have known someone at least. But Obito sighed impatiently at the thought. There was no hope in remembering them now. There was a small knock at the door before a man came in. "We can administer the poison through the fog, or we can just inject it into you."

The man had put emphasis on the word 'The Fog' that must be what they called it. A lot better sounding than mist. "Just inject it." The man nodded and smiled. Though the smile was not kind.

He did as he said he would, he took a needle and injected something in Obito's arm. And with that the man left.

And 'The Fog' came in. "Was it to nullify the pain? Or to make him forget?" Obito sighed shakily. He didn't want to go through the pain he no doubt would be experiencing in an hour.

But it just has to be done doesn't it? It's not like he deserves special treatment.

Obito felt sleep creeping up on him. He moved to his bed. It felt like cardboard, but still, it was an improvement.

He laid down on the unreasonablely soft pillow and fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was just as he suspected. Pain. And lots of it. It made his fingers feel numb. "I wonder what this one is called." Obito didn't move, a food tray was left on the desk beside him. It probably would be a better idea to eat after this whole thing.

There was screaming in the room that must have been across the hall. Out of pure curiosity he managed to lift himself out of bed. His feet hurt like hell, but someone's pain was someone's else's entertainment. "Did I just really think that?"

Obito shook his head. A dark thought, but not necessarily a wrong one. He put his ear against the door. The screaming continued, it sounded like the kid was trying to speak but just couldn't bring himself to do so.

Until finally he heard footsteps, he guessed it was the people who brought them here. The boys screams increased and in a panic he screamed about his hands. He finally managed to put his screams into words. "MY Hands, Have fallen OFF." Obito felt bile raise in his throat. Was that the poison?

Obito looked at his own hands as the boys screams and cries faded into the distance. They did look a little blue. But his feet looked fine, they just felt sore. Obito quickly went to his bed and breathed hot air onto his hands under the blanket. He must have hyperventilated in the process because he fell asleep.

He woke up feeling better than he did when he woke up, the poison must have run it's course. Obito stared at his food and sighed. He hadn't eaten in a while. As he went to grab his food he looked at his hand.

He resisted the urge to scream, he knew that the seal would be increased all over again if he did. Probably nothing as bad as the boys, but his pinky was missing. He looked around his covers.

Finally he found it, but just the look of it told him there was no hope of attachment. The entire pinky had to be black.

He knocked on his door for a couple minutes before a guy opened it. "What do you want?" He sounded annoyed but Obito ignored it.

"My pinky fell off." The man stared at Obito with a black expression before he laughed. "I'll send a medic I suppose." Obito didn't know what was funny but the promise of a medic was good enough for him.

His hand seemed otherwise fine. He didn't know why, shouldn't his whole hand fallen off like the boys? He considered himself lucky.
The medic arrived an hour later to look at his hand. "It doesn't seem like the rest of your hand will fall off." Obito nodded.

She took out some medicine and poured some of it onto his hand. "That should stop infection." Obito could in fact tell that's what it did.

The overwhelming burning feeling told him that.

The nurse left smiling on her way out. Obito looked at his food. Food could wait, he didn't feel at all hungry anymore.

A couple days went by, they had breaks in between getting poisoned. Nothing interesting happened for most of it, until something white took his Pinky's place.

Obito stared in shock at his hand. "The medicine  surly didn't do that right?" He paced around the room for a couple of minutes. Moving his new grown pinky. His nerves even seemed fine.

Maybe it was a correlation to his almost entirely white left side of his body. His hair stuck to the back of his neck from the sweat. "What will they think about this?" Obito pondered helplessly. I mean, how couldn't he have? This was regeneration. Something considered impossible.